[The 4th day of the 5th lunar month, Year 27 of King Seonjo's reign]

The shouts of the Japanese invaders, heard from afar, grow closer. My breath catches in my throat. My status as Crown Prince offers no help as I wander the narrow alley in disguise. If I'm caught, only a more tragic end awaits.

"There he is! Seize him!"

At the invaders' cry, I instinctively turn and run. In this war, the people flee, the former king has taken refuge in Uiju, and I... have become a mere fugitive.

The alley ends in a dead end. Turning, the invaders' blades glint in the sunlight as they approach me. I squeeze my eyes shut. The moment the sword pierces my flesh—

A strange gust of wind blows, and a dizzying sensation, as if my body is floating, washes over me.
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[April 7, 2025 (Monday)]

When I open my eyes, where is this place? Books are stacked like towers filling the room, and a small, white light emanates from the ceiling.

"...Could it be, I've already arrived in the afterlife...?"